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Oh God.

I sat up in the bed, the comforter fell down around me and it took a good three or four seconds before I realized that I was naked. I was naked not in my own bed, but I had slept with Jett.

Good job, Agatha. You screwed up big time.

Red had a gun drawn and had it pointed at us. Jett rose up out of the bed, had himself completely exposed and held his hands out defensively.

"Jason.." He said quickly. But Red just shut the door. Not just a gentle shut either, it was a slam. He was angry. He was disgusted and it was all my fault.

Jett turned to me, his face beet red and pulled on his boxers that we had discarded through the night. I reached for my own clothes and quickly threw them on. I let this happen.

We didn't say a work until he was dressed. He walked to the door, turned to me, his face still red, but his eyes were kind.

"Don't come out yet.. I'll come get you when it's safe." He opened his mouth to say more, but closed it quickly.

I got dressed and sat down on the bed. My heart was pounding and I couldn't hear a thing. I couldn't hear yelling or doors slamming or anything.

How had we gotten to this point last night? How did things escalate so quickly? What did I do?

I had slept with people before. I had a pretty serious boyfriend back when I was in school and we used to hook up in the bed of his truck before and after football games, but everything was different with Jett. He wasn't rushed and he wasn't selfish.

"What the fuck are you doing Agatha?!" Jett was screaming. I blinked once and then twice.

I was in the kitchen. But how did I get here? I was just laying in bed, playing into my pity party and wishing I was back in my concrete prison.

"Jett.. oh my God.. I don't .." I started sobbing. He was so angry at me. A knife was in my hand. I was holding the steak knife in my hand and I was holding it out. I was going to hurt myself or someone else.

Jett stormed at me, grabbing the knife and tossed it into the sink where it made a loud clanking noise. I jumped at the noise.

"Is this what the fuck you're going to do every night? Walk around this damned place and tried to stab everyone?" Jett was still screaming at me to the top of his lungs. I stopped sobbing then.

"I can't control it okay?! I didn't even realize what was happening to me until you started screaming. There's something wrong with me okay!" I yelled back.

He threw his hands up and backed away from me. He was angry. I know he was angry. I seen that he could take that same knife and he could stab me in the throat with it.

"You can't control that you're a murdering psychopath? YOU can't control that you want to try and kill everyone? If Jason was here he'd put a bullet in your head so fast you wouldn't even know what was happening to you. You're so damn lucky that he's not here." He was yelling at me anymore, but his tone was still harsh.

"Maybe you should just do it then. Put me out of my misery. Because let me just inform you, there's nothing splendid about not knowing what is going on in your head at any given moment. There's nothing scarier than knowing that you did something bad, but you can't remember it. So, do it. Just kill me. Please!" I was the one yelling. And for the first time, I told someone what was happening with me.

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to lock you in a room somewhere and I'm not going to let you out until Jason gets home. I'll let him deal with your shit." He said turning his back to me.